CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

This is it, the end of Hale Charming and it's one hell of an ending.

25 minutes after we were given our 30 minute deadline Jax and I come out of his room, he throws his arm over my shoulders and kisses my temple. "You know this changes everything?"

I cock my head, "Why?"

"Well, they're all going to assume you're automatically stepping out of our room into Old Lady territory." Jax says as we walk slowly down the hall.

I nod, "I guess."

"Hang on, wait a second." Jax stops beside JT's bike and pushes me gently against the wall beside it, his arm coming up on one side of my head.

I look up at him and wait. It takes him a few seconds and a long look at JT's bike before he fixes his eyes on me again, "I know it's insane, and I know it's too quick and I know that we shouldn't but I do want to refer to you as my Old Lady."

I lean up and plant a kiss on his lips. "Third time's a charm?" I duck under his arm and hurry down the hall, completely forgetting the circus we're about to walk into.

Stepping into the main room of the clubhouse I blush bright red as all the gathered Sons start cheering, Gemma, Donna and Al aren't any better as I spot my friends whistling and Aunt Gemma clapping.

Spinning around I attempt to escape back down the hall only to walk straight into Jax's chest. Wrapping my arms around his waist, "Please save me." I mutter into his chest.

All I hear is him chuckle as he walks backwards into the relative silence of the hall. I pull my head back. "Jax, Aunt Gemma is leading that madness."

Jax shudders "You gotta stop calling her Aunt Gemma, makes me feel like I'm fucking a cousin."

I glare at him for a second, "Just fucking?"

Shaking his head rapidly, "No, not 'just fucking'. I woulda thought that whole 'I want you to be my Old Lady' thing would have shown you it was more than just fucking."

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly, "I know, I was just winding you up."

"You still haven't answered my question." He points out.

Staring straight into his eyes I try and will him to see my answer, each second that ticks past the blue in his eyes gets a little darker till they're so dark I could drown in them. "Still need an answer and I want you to say what I can see in your gorgeous grey eyes."

I take a deep breath and blink a couple of times to break the trance I feel like I'm stuck in. "Jax, I love you. I've loved you since I was too young to realise what love was. Of course I'll be your Old Lady. Unless you send me away or the world ends I don't want to be anywhere else."

Jax pulls me tight to his chest, my hands grabbing fistfuls of the shirt he's wearing under his kutte, "Well you better be prepared to have me around for a long time Darlin', cause I ain't sending you anywhere."

I smile into his chest as he kisses the top of my head, dropping his chin onto my shoulder he turns his face so his mouth brushes my ear, "And I love you too."

I twist my head so quickly that our noses brush, but he doesn't have a second to pull away before my hands are buried in his hair and my mouth is fused to his. He lifts me up and holds me against the wall as we kiss slowly. A feminine throat being cleared behind him makes his shoulders tense a little as he pulls away from me and drops me back to my feet.

"Breakfast's here, thought you might be hungry." Donna says with a smile.

I peer over Jax's shoulder at her and nod, "I'm hungry. Jax, let go."

Jax grumbles, "Never gonna happen."

"Good." I lean up and kiss him again, "But I need to eat, I'm starving."

Jax threads his arm around my shoulder again and runs his thumb over the bruised patch of my shoulder, left exposed by my purposeful selection of hairstyle. "Right, food. Must have food to stay alive."

I nod as we slowly walk down the hall, "Food means energy, energy which we can burn off later."

Jax grins as we walk back into the main room, "What have I created?"

Giggling I duck out from under his arm and head towards Al and Donna who are already gathering food. Jax walks over to Clay and I don't miss the cocky grin on his face as he looks at Opie. Clay and Jax vanish into Chapel as I load a plate of food for myself and one for Jax, taking both to the table where Donna and Al are sitting, Juice and Opie's plates set beside theirs.

Sitting down beside my friends they both grin, "Look at that, getting him food already."

I poke my tongue out at them and pick up my fork and stab a breakfast sausage, as I lift my fork to my mouth Donna gasps and says, "What the fuck is that?"

Dropping the food in my mouth I look around but can't see what she's talking about till I realise she's pointing at my neck, swallowing hard I grin. "Jax likes my neck apparently. Well, just that part."

Donna lifts a finger to poke at the bright red area at the junction of my shoulder and neck but a loud noise from inside Chapel has her attention refocused in seconds. Whatever Jax is saying isn't discernible from outside the room but it's obvious he's angry about something.

Dropping my fork back to the plate I stand up and cross the room, knocking on the door once I open it and slide through, closing it behind me. Clay and Jax are at opposite ends of the table glaring at each other.

"Wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?" I ask fixing each of them with a gaze. Their eyes soften as they meet mine but neither of them will look at the other.

Pulling out what I know to be Chibs and Tig's chairs I order them both to sit down. "Clay, does this anger have anything to do with Jax and I?"

Clay meets my eyes and nods. "He's not right for you, none of these clowns are."

Jax snorts, "It was never going to be anyone but Me Clay."

"Egotistical brat." Clay retorts.

"Shut up! Both of you." I snap pulling Happy's chair out and sitting between them. "Clay, you're the closest thing to family I have, but you introduced me to this world, to this club, and everyone that is connected to you. You should have realised I would end up with a Son."

Jax smirks at Clay and I shake my head, "Oh no you don't Jackson. Clay may not be blood related to me, or you for that matter, but he is still for all purposes my Uncle. And your step-father. While you are right that the only person for me is you there is no need to be an egotistical jackass."

Clay shakes his head for a second and goes to speak. "No, I'm not done. Clay, I love you, I always will, but you are going to have to accept that I love Jax too. Please don't ask me to choose, cause the club would come first, it should for both of you too. Jax will be stronger with me at his side then without me Clay, but I can't do this without knowing you're okay with it."

I lean back heavily into the chair and look at Jax for a minute, a tear rolls down my cheek.

Clay looks down at his hands then up at me, obviously seeing the single tear he sighs, "I can't say I'm okay with it."

I bite down hard on the inside of my lip to stop any more tears from flowing, as much as I love Jax I can't tear the club apart.

Releasing the pressure on my lip I taste the salty tang of blood as I speak quietly. "I'm sorry you feel like that Clay, I really am. I meant what I said though; I can't be with Jax knowing that you, the connection to my father , the only connection to my parents that I have left, is against it. But I can't be around you all every day knowing that it's because of you that I can't have what I want, what I've always wanted."

I get to my feet slowly and turn around to go out the door, barely a step away from the table I pause and turn around set my hand on Jax's shoulder. "I love you, till the world ends."

Opening the door to the Chapel I let it swing closed behind me. Walking through the room I don't say a word, or meet anyone's eyes, reaching the main door of the clubhouse I blink once and another tear trails down my cheek.

"Sarah?" Donna's voice calls to me but I ignore her as I push the door open to the lot and hurry to my car, unlocking it as I move. I'm in the car with the door's locked and halfway down the street before I realise what I have done but I can't stop driving, I'll end up back where I was before, looking in on Jax living his life while I'm stuck loving someone I can never have because of this stupid sense of loyalty I have to the man who's just ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it in his giant hand.

AN: *Twiddles thumbs* Wow, that was harder to write then I thought. And before anyone comes after me with pickaxes and flaming torches the sequel has a title. It's called "Do I Get My Happy Ending?"